Warlord, Get Out Of My Way

"Thank you for the name, Mistress."    

Bi Lian really liked the name Lin Miaoting gave her. She kept repeating the sentence Lin Miaoting said, "The Heaven Receiving Lotus Leaves are endless, the Sun Reflecting Lotus Flowers are different."    

She repeated it over and over again, her eyes flashing with joy. It was not hard to tell that she really liked this name.    

"This sentence came from a poem."    

"Really? Then can Mistress tell me?" Bi Lian said excitedly, but as if she had realized something, she immediately lowered her head and knelt down.    

"Mistress, please punish me."    

Lin Miaoting was caught off guard by this sudden kneel.    

"Quickly get up. What kind of punishment does this require? Since you like it, I will tell you and remember it. " Don't talk about punishment all the time, do you hear me? "    

Lin Miaoting stood up and helped Bi Lian up. "There are four literary treasures in the cabinet over there. I will tell you. Remember it first."    

"Yes, Mistress."    

Lin Miaoting shook her head.    

Seeing that Bi Lian had prepared the four literary treasures, she opened her mouth to speak. "After all, in West Lake in the middle of the sixth month, the scenery is not the same as the four hours. Receiving the Sky Lotus Leaf "It is infinitely blue, and the Sun Reflecting Lotus Flower is a different shade of red."    

Bi Lian's writing speed was very fast and Lin Miaoting finished it not long after she finished speaking. She carefully placed the poem with her name written on it, waiting to go back and slowly appreciate it.    

"Nineteen, what do you like?" Lin Miaoting turned her gaze to another woman in the room who had been very quiet all this time.    

"Reporting to Mistress, this subordinate does not like anything."    

"En." The first impression that Ying Nineteen gave Lin Miaoting was very cold, giving people a very distant feeling. "How about this? You are a secret guard. I will give you a shadow character. I wonder how is the shadow character? It's also from a poem. Fragrant Fragrance Moves the Moon's Twilight. What do you think? "    

"Sparse Shadow." Ying Nineteen, also known as Sparse Shadow, softly called out his name. A smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of his mouth, but soon disappeared again.    

"Thank you for the name, Mistress."    

Lin Miaoting looked at Sparse Shadow. Sure enough, it was as she had guessed. She did not say much, but the corner of her mouth that had just curled up could still be seen that she was still satisfied with this name. However, it seemed that there would be another cold and aloof woman by her side in the future. As for Bi Lian, she was most likely a ghost spirit.    

However, it was no wonder that the living conditions of these two people were indeed different. One was the dark medical camp that saved people for medical skills, and the other was the dark guard camp that wanted to nurture experts and continuously fight and kill people.    

The difference in personality was inevitable.    

"Bi Lian, remember all the poems with the name of Sparse Shadow."    

"Yes, Mistress." Bi Lian picked up her pen and prepared.    

"All of you shake off your only sister and go to the small garden. The shadow was clear and shallow in the water. A dark fragrance drifted over the moon's dusk. The frost bird wanted to steal its eyes first, the pink butterfly seemed to know how to merge with the soul. "Fortunately, there is a slight voice that can be used to seduce people, and it doesn't need sandalwood to be respected."    

"What about me? What about me?" Seeing that the other two had changed their names, Ying Shier quickly asked, afraid that he would miss something.    

"You can call me Little Twelve. It's a nice name. It's cute." Perhaps it was because she understood Ying Shier's carefree personality, Lin Miaoting directly said it as if she was joking.    

She saw Ying Shier's smiling face take a step and his face was full of unwillingness.    

"Mistress, you are biased."    

Alright, Lin Miaoting finally understood. This kid is just a kid cheating. But Yang, you seem to be older than me. You're 18 and I haven't reached 15 yet, okay?!    

"Then tell me, what do you like?" Lin Miaoting stopped joking.    

"I like bamboo. It was clear and straight. "When bored, you can make a flute to pass the time. When you need it, just cut it and use it as a weapon. "Thief is good." Ying Shier made two gestures as he spoke.    

Lin Miaoting finally understood that this guy did not like her master at all. He clearly wanted to say that bamboo was good for weapons!    

"Alright then. How about you call it Bamboo Cultivation?"    

"Bamboo Cultivation," Ying Shier repeated a few times. Suddenly, he felt wronged and said, "Why does it sound like the name of a monk?"    

After being reminded by Ying Shier, who was also the current Xiu Zhu, Lin Miaoting suddenly recalled a very famous TV series she saw when she was young. The name of the TV series seemed to be called "Tian Long Eight Divisions." That monk Second Brother seemed to be called Xiu Zhu.    

Unexpectedly, Miao Ting couldn't help but laugh!    

"Don't care about these details. 'Bamboo Cultivation' is an artistic name? It doesn't grow idle flowers. At the side of the stone pavilion, a few rods were used to cultivate bamboo. He had a lot of artistic conception. "Learn." "Besides, Xiu Zhu of the Eight Sky Dragons Tribe is a top expert, the leader of the Spiritual Vulture Palace. In the end, he took the princess of the West Xia Country as his wife.    

"If you don't plant flowers, you can build bamboo at the edge of the lake. In the reflection, there is a stream of water. It was cold, clean, and green. The Wind Motion Immortal called out, and the Rain Clean Woman added a paste. Before the forest was formed, it was difficult to see a phoenix come to rest and talk about medical customs. Ask Hua Zhou, he was called Qi Australia. Looking for seedlings, Xiangjiang Song. Sex as high as a tree, A-Jiao Golden House. Sitting in the shade, the heat slowly receded, and her mind was in a trance. "She has gone through ice and frost, but she has never become more graceful. She is gentle and beautiful."    

This poem was actually not common, and there were few people who knew it. He was a work of Lu Rong during the Ming Dynasty, and it was written to sing praises of bamboo. At the same time, it also reflected a kind of indifferent and relaxed state of mind.    

"Frost, don't change your style, Wen Ruyu. It was indeed a good poem. " I never thought that my little girl would have such talent. "    

The door was gently pushed open. Other than Lin Miaoting, everyone in the room stood up and bowed.    

"Greetings, Prince Lih."    

Sun Yi waved his hand and signaled for them to leave.    

"We know each other."    

"Yes."    

Just now, were you making poetry? Xuanyuan Yu looked at the four literature treasures on the table that had not been cleaned up in time and asked.    

"No, I was giving them names. I just happened to mention Little Twelve's name. Because his name was Xiu Zhu, he said he looked like a monk. " I told him the entire poem as well. "    

Xiu Zhu. Fix your body and nourish your sex. It's as tough as a bamboo branch. That was a good name. Your name was right. With his temper, it's indeed time to fix it. "    

Lin Miaoting raised her eyebrows. Should she quietly light three incense sticks for Xiu Zhu? It seems that in your original master's heart, you are not very acknowledged!    

"Why did you walk through the main door today?" Lin Miaoting used her eyes to size up Xuanyuan Yu. She indicated that you used to wear beautiful shoes and did not walk the normal path. This usually came from the door behind the wardrobe. Why did you change your taste today!    

"Are you leaving tomorrow? Even if someone saw it, "No one will gossip."